Forgotten Traces
Barefoot on the twilight sands, the fragments of dreams whisper under the crescent moon's glow.
In the gentle zephyr, the silhouettes dance, tracing the paths of memories lost to the void.
Do you remember the scent of marigolds that accompanied the chant of the distant sea?
Hovering at the edges of your mind, ghostly echoes murmur tales of yester shadows.
A Bridge to the Unseen
Between the woven strands of time and silence lies an unseen bridge,
where the heart of the forgotten pulses in rhythmic harmony.
An eidetic trace of moments never lived—yet they feel so vividly yours:
Walking through mist-laden forests, their ancient sentinels whisper secrets in clicks and murmurs.
What lies beyond, unanswered, on the cusp of reality and dream?
Linger, like dew on a spider's web, in the space between the echoes and the wonders. Here, the past bends into tomorrow, each layer a memory, a trace, forgotten yet always there.